My lurking want, for carnal sins  Your flesh my desire  And to cleanse my violin  Your throat I slit  And yet I need no help to cure  My sanious abuse  A single jerk, is all it needs  To bring me to my climax,  And to bring you to your knees  You're all I want, my corpses to be  My music incomplete  Until I bathe my strings in thee  'Tis not for fun,  I feed on death  It provides me with the tunes I play  I give you but the best    A price to pay, but not a fee  One human more or less  Is quite indifferent to me  You'll find my strings around your neck  Your flesh will tense and start to break  Your blood will spurt and drench my hands  To give my notes a certain clang  My violin I scrub and wax  But not with polish, soap or varnish  A finer substance I recquire  I soak it in human carnage  Soaking, dampening my strings  Bathing the wood of my precious violin  Laughing, whistling as I work  Immersing my life in the sogginess of your blood...